I started uni tonight after a break of 8 years. I found the Livingstone Tower building with relative ease, but was still choking a ginger-egg by the time I got there. At the risk of muddying the sails, I raced to the first available chod-bin; a disableds in the buildings cafe. Being a naturally conscientious person, I am always loath to make use of such specialist provision and was gripped by the irrepressible fear that a legitimate user may be waiting outside. As a consequence, I spent what should have been a satisfying shite trying frantically to think of a disability that I might feasibly emulate without offending anybody, or being caught out. Unfortunately, this scenario was to prove the least of my problems. Post plop, I commenced my regular routine of sweeping bourbon boulevard and trying not to get any on my shirt cuffs while preparing to flush away the evidence. Alas, to my horror, my questing ginger paw found no flush. I tried again with my other hand to the same effect. Cruel fate! I thought, Why do you mock me so? for behold, this blatt-bin was flushless! A cursory inspection of the chair infernal revealed that my initial fears were well-founded. There was no discernible flush apparatus on the device. To my eternal shame, I was forced to leave a shit-choked lavvy for the next and very likely physically impaired user to suffer. A perplexing 2 plops out of a possible 5. Admin?
Posted on: Tue, 09 Sep 2014 21:12:06 +0000
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